Our house is watching the last season of Alias, where Sydney is pregnant, and as a result I had a dream that I myself was pregnant. In this dream I may have been Syndney. I was in labor, but after an hour of huffing and puffing I was only dialated a little bit, and the doctor told me to take a break and go pee. With that intention I went in search of a toilet, but I entered a realm that has recurred in my dreams once and awhile …the place where there are plenty of toilets, but none can be used because they are all overflowed to the brim with water and paper, and the floor is sopping wet, and various crud is here and there — an environment based, perhaps, on memories of public school bathrooms. So I continue on through the building looking for a bathroom that is not exploded, and I finally find one that is not as bad as the others. I remember thinking about how the architect who had designed a bathroom with a dozen stalls to serve hundreds of students would be upset to know that 99% of the toilets weren’t functional and the functionality of the building was therefore completely upset.